Chapter Forty-Seven.
Fitz exhaled an annoyed puff of air before schooling his features into the stoic mask of the king. It was pointless hiding his mate bond with Eliza from their guest, so he took hold of her hand once more and walked into the living area.
Eliza saw the mop of red curls, bejewelled with pearls, and instantly knew who their guest was.
“Your Majesty, Queen Juliette,” Eliza said, dropping a deep curtsey.
It was true they wished to meet with her regarding the dragon’s egg, but it was quite concerning that she had arrived where they were staying and brought up many questions.
Beside Juliette was a girl, no more than 16 years of age, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Long red hair, like her mother, only hers was hanging poker straight, her peacock blue/green dress alt
